May is walking to you.

You: If you’re looking for Robbie, he’s off hating himself somewhere else.

May: Good. I came to see you.

You: The arm is fine.

May: I didn’t ask.

You look at her. May is serious.

May: I know what you’re doing. Trying to distance yourself from everyone else so they don’t drown in your wake? I invented that move. It doesn’t work for one simple reason. Phil Coulson. He found me in that cubicle and dragged me out. He didn’t give up on me and he won’t give up on you.